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[Torquay]
18th Nov [1839]
My beloved friend,
Your note has distressed me & made me uneasy until I can have another. May God bless & restore the health so precious to many—& grant that even while I write, the cause of the painfulness with which I do so, may be passing away. Where is Mr May? You are obedient to him—are you not, my beloved friend? Does he not tell you to lie down or to walk—never to sit, when you can choose a posture.? Tell me what he says. Is a warm bath—a hip bath—considered good for you? a question to which, ignorant as I am, I almost fancy a ‘yes’– Above all it must be injurious to you, if your mind continues haunted by uneasy thoughts of possible, surely not of probable disappointments & consequent difficulties—& I beat myself against the wires of my cage in wonderings & wishings about how I can ask you not to be uneasy under such circumstances, without saying a mockery. But surely dearest dearest Miss Mitford,

[Torquay]
18th Nov [1839]
My beloved friend,
Your note has distressed me & made me uneasy until I can have another. May God bless & restore the health so precious to many—& grant that even while I write, the cause of the painfulness with which I do so, may be passing away. Where is Mr May? You are obedient to him—are you not, my beloved friend? Does he not tell you to lie down or to walk—never to sit, when you can choose a posture.? Tell me what he says. Is a warm bath—a hip bath—considered good for you? a question to which, ignorant as I am, I almost fancy a ‘yes’– Above all it must be injurious to you, if your mind continues haunted by uneasy thoughts of possible, surely not of probable disappointments & consequent difficulties—& I beat myself against the wires of my cage in wonderings & wishings about how I can ask you not to be uneasy under such circumstances, without saying a mockery. But surely dearest dearest Miss Mitford,